When a video showing Brenden Christos feeding from a real, live human threatens to go public and embarrass the Chronometric Conservation Agency and all its vampire members, he knows he must find the source of the leak before Ryan and Nayara, the leaders of the Agency, tear him a new one and before the video goes viral and sets back vampire-human affairs by a few decades.

His investigation leads him into unforeseen territory. Harriet Winslow is the wife of industrialist Donald Winslow III, who owns the camera which took the damaging video. A hands-on corporate manager, she helps Brenden track down the leak.

Harriet manages to distract Brenden in other interesting ways, but as a human, she has much to learn about the Blood. Brenden learns his own lessons as they close in on their quarry…

READER ADVISORY: This vampire futuristic romance contains explicit and frank sex scenes and sexual language. Do not proceed beyond this point if hot love scenes offend you.No vampires were harmed in the making of this novel.

These are continuing characters and storylines. Reading the series in order is strongly recommended.

“One hot sexy-ass vampire who is just as alpha to the core!” — Caroline, Goodreads Reader

Excerpt

“Then you are not here about advanced security procedures,” Harriet said.

“No, and I apologize about the deception, but it was necessary, as I’ll explain in a moment.” Brenden leaned forward. “There is a highly advanced security monitoring system watching the theatre. I didn’t understand why such lengths had been taken over a building that is ready for demolition, until I looked into who owned the theatre, and the building’s history.”

“The theatre is a part of my family’s personal history,” Winslow said. “But then, you know that already, do you not?”

“I remember,” Brenden agreed.

“Of course,” Harriet said softly, in a tone that sounded like she was chiding herself. “You would have been a part of those times as much as you are these.”

“I remember,” Brenden told her, “because for a while, I worked for Ms. Anderson’s company, providing security. I was a part of her security detail when she was travelling.”

“Then you have a far more intimate connection with my family than I had supposed,” Winslow said. “Does your connection have anything to do with the theatre in Oslo?”

“It’s the reason I thought I should speak to you in person, rather than through the nets.” He chose his next words carefully. These people were already awkward around him. There was no need to further underline the differences between them. “The security camera monitoring the back of the theatre recently recorded some footage that, if it were to become public, would embarrass a number of people.”

“Whatever did you do behind the theatre, Mr. Christos?” Harriet Winslow asked. There was a thread of amusement in her voice.

“Me?”

“I hire only the best, Mr. Christos,” she replied. “They are above corruption because I pay well and they have professional reputations to maintain. Any footage from our security monitors is confidential and treated with high security. The only way you could possibly know that embarrassing footage was recorded is because you were a part of that footage.”